Soul Masters over the age of eighteen, this is their last chance to participate in the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Elite Competition. 。Even after their own competitions ended, they were reluct..."First-class combat readiness" 。Repetition, first-level combat readiness 。"Lock on target, await command!"

The whirring of the soul conductor echoed across the northern lands.

On a sea surface covered with vast swathes of ice, long-range cannons from three major fleets all aimed at the distant horizon. 。Quietly waiting. 。Everyone is waiting for the arrival of this important moment. 。This might also be a moment of life and death for mankind!

Dong Zi'an was at the forefront of the Western Army Corps defense line. His crimson werewolf mecha was so conspicuous.

Let every Western soldier be able to see clearly this was already enough to be proud of. 。In previous matches, although Tang Wulin still had some tricks up his sleeve, they were dwindling. 。Luckily, he finished the race. 。Completed this crucial sh...